He · That · Would · Be · Hamlet

Disaster unlimited.

I attemptd to kill myself last night. I went to the river and made a bid to drown. I was stopped, however, because my comrade had intervened on my behalf. I cannot take it upon myself to be grateful. Not after what happened yet.

Ismene came to me the day after, and we proceeded to argue. It is all we do now, it seems. I do not know whether we became like that gradually, or we always were destined to be. Perhaps our prior friendship was a cruel fallacy.

I shall cease, because it is almost sacreligious to write those words now...

The creature, the abomination that has been stalking me, came through the windows. She ran to him, they reunited, and just as it looked as though he would embrace her, the game changed. Alas, I can barely proceed, barely bring myself to...

He ran her through. Straight through. And seconds later she died in my arms, with me prattling her name like a desperate fool overhead. There was nothing gentle, nothing generous about that death! I have yet to understand, even begin to comprehend why--

I will kill him. I will really kill him. Words are futile in this moment.

...I...I suppose if it were Marill or Tawn or Kohl, I would feel the same way... well, not the same, I think, but similar, but...

I-... I really do not know what to do in this kind of situation... I...

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......Marill and I will stay with the little girl. Aphrodite. She keeps trying to run to Mr. Saints, and she's still calling him "big brother," but.... I know you don't trust us, and you don't have any reason to, but... we'll take care of her.